Sunday, April 26, 2015

THE SLAYER by Kele Moon

To
Chuito the apartment was a self-imposed prison for a lifetime of sins.
To Alaine, the girl next door, it was salvation from her overbearing,
religious father.

He was a devil. She was an angel.

Two
people who should’ve never met, let alone become friends, but it’s not
until they give into the dangerous passion that’s been simmering under
the surface for five years that things go to hell.

On
the outside, Chuito ‘The Slayer’ Garcia is on top of the world. He’s
successful. He’s wealthy. He's a champion MMA fighter surrounded by
friends who support him, but they don’t know what he was before he came
to Garnet.

A gangster. A thief. An addict. A murderer.

Now
his past is churning up demons he can’t ignore. Chuito knows he needs
to go back to Miami to end it, but there's something holding him back, a
single temptation he can't resist before leaving.

He leaned forward, giving her a harsh look as he studied her. “You ever been with a
man, mami?”

“Been with?” she repeated, and then her eyes widened in
horror. “Is that what you think I mean? You’re
ill. I was going to wake you up if your nightmares got bad.”

“Carajo,” he said with a laugh as he pushed away from the
table and surprised her by taking his dishes to the sink. “A virgin gringa
living in the same house as me with no one else around. A smoking-hot virgin gringa. This whole fucking town is loco.”

She stared at his back, admiring the muscles under the
long-sleeved shirt he was wearing. “I guess you’re not a virgin.”

He turned his head, giving her a look over his shoulder that
caused a ripple of something hot and unnamable to rush through her bloodstream.

“That was a dumb question,” she whispered.

“Yup,” he agreed as he started washing the dishes. “I don’t
need you to wake me up from my nightmares. That would be a very bad idea.”